It was 03:00 am in the morning and my Henry bolted up in bed. It was pitch dark and DH and I were trying to get in that last hour and a half before our day began.
“Im right here baby.”
Henry climbs into our bed and snuggles in between me and DH.
“I love you baby” I whispered.
“I love you too baby” DH murmered groggily.
“Ain’t nobody talking to you!” I replied irritated. “Henry, I love you baby”
“I love you yummi mammi”
Oh my gosh I couldn’t take it. My heart swelled up. My eyes welled up. I started crying. DH looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. Why do I have the most insensitive husband ever created…
I can’t speak for all, we have different experiences and different realities but my truth is that I really love this little man lying in between myself and my husband. I loved him before I even knew him. From the moment there was a whisper of his existence, he owned a piece of my heart. He didn’t work for it, he didn’t earn it. He owned it before he even really was.
But the day he loved me back… That day the game changed. To give love is an honour and a privilege. To be loved back is a gift that is priceless. I triumph and a trophy. My little boy told me he loved me.
Suddenly a thought came to me and I understood. I understood why she may not love me or even want to like me. I understood why I might get push back. Fear crept it. Quickly I said a prayer:
“Lord please don’t let any stupid girl come and steal my son’s heart from me. In Jesus Name, Amen”